Every day we see constant reminders that the world we live in is dominated by technology.
From the moment you get on the bus where every commuter is gazing at their phones, to work where everyone works on a super-sleek computer, to the café with high-speed wifi and faux-hipster interiors like every other coffee shop.
So there's something raw and quite groundbreaking about Eastgate Market Café, which has all the elements of the 1980s you never knew you wanted back.
It sits snug in the Eastgate Market in Eastgate Shopping Centre on Eastgate Street in Gloucester, where the booth serves market-goers that aren't looking for anything fussy.
This becomes clear as I peer at the menu, printed out in swirly typeface with your classic fare: eggs, sausages, bacon, fried bread - these are the staples that have stood the test of time, far longer than mashed avocado on rye toast has.
Unfortunately, bound by my vegetarianism, I cannot sample these much-loved bastions of the fry-up, the scent of which blooms from the kiosk as the sound of meat sizzles on the griddle.
So I went for scrambled eggs on toast with a coffee, which is an unexpected deviation from my usual veggie breakfast.
Sitting at one of the tables in the market, I observed the area's homely charm - it's all Union-Jack bunting and fuss-free tableware, with those old packets of salt and pepper set out in little tin ramekins on the table.
If you've ever seen films like This is England and England is Mine, you'll have seen the kitchen-sink aesthetic of 1980s Britain rehashed for today's audiences - enjoyed by those who remember the time and those who weren't even born yet.
Indeed, as my breakfast arrived, I knew the faff of millenial brunch culture had no place here - as my scrambled eggs arrived without sprinklings of coriander or black pepper, but simply as they were - with no hardened sourdough or salty rye bread crafted by the hands of hipster baristas, but just your basic white toast with two butter servings.
The scrambled eggs were great - but I think all my days of Irish wheaten bread have left me cold to the bland taste of white bread, even with lashings of butter on top.
I had been given my coffee at the till, which took the cashier about 30 seconds to make - which, unfortunately, was evident in the taste, which was like drinking plimsolls dipped in cream.
Having said that, the portions are great - I couldn't fault my scrambled eggs, light and fluffy like canary-yellow clouds.
There's plenty to like about this place, which was bustling and busy, and it caters for a certain customer who prefers traditional breakfasts with a low cost (about a fiver for the average breakfast) and a lively atmosphere.
This is not the kind of place for those on the vegan/keto/plant-based/picky diet - this is for the people who are not looking for large prices but simply for somewhere to sit down amongst the buzz of Eastgate market with other locals.
This is the simpler take on the English breakfast and clearly it works.
